The cold moonlight softly spilled over the silent courtyard, draping the flowers and plants in a layer of silver.
Silvia sat quietly on the steps of the courtyard, gazing at the bright moon in the night sky, her dark purple eyes lost in thought.
Next to her, a small tree with tiny white blooms emitted a faint fragrance, lending a touch of tranquility to Silvia's mood.
It was the sapling she and her mother had planted together in the courtyard, now grown lush and leafy.
Whenever Silvia's mind was unsettled by dreams at midnight, she would come here, trying to endure the long night.
More than a month had passed since the winter night she fell into the Grant Sea.
The cold winter was over, and warm spring had arrived, bringing life anew.
And the youth named Shiayar Egutt had not appeared again.
Even now, Silvia often wondered whether that encounter in the icy seawater was just a dream.
